We pedalled back to Serbia over the Iron Gate bridge/dam on the Danube. It felt good being back in a country we were already familiar with, hello again Serbia! And hello nice Serbian cafes, coffee, figs, fruit...
Our next bit of riding took us along the same section of the Danube gorge we had cycled in Romania, but this time on the other side of the river. It actually looked quite different from the other side as the road is up a lot higher, cut into the cliff.
We broke away from the Danube and found ourselves cycling through pretty countryside and lovely rural towns and villages with regular sightings of horses & carts, shepherds and copious haystacks. Wild camping was lovely here and we woke to magical, misty mornings.
Cycling through a Serbian village one day, we paused to peer up the streets trying to see whether there was a shop around so we could buy some snacks for lunch. A man yelled out from his nearby verandah (in English) to see whether we needed help, and directed us to the local shop. He then asked us if we knew Janis Joplin's version of Me and Bobby McGee, and went on to declare that I was "me" and Matthew was Bobby McGee. A bit cryptic, but we were pleased with the comparison. Cycling feels so wholesome and peaceful that it is refreshing to hear that someone (albeit a middle aged, rural Serbian) thinks we look hip and rebellious. But here's hoping our adventure ends less bleakly than the song.
Our next bit of riding took us along the same section of the Danube gorge we had cycled in Romania, but this time on the other side of the river. It actually looked quite different from the other side as the road is up a lot higher, cut into the cliff.
We broke away from the Danube and found ourselves cycling through pretty countryside and lovely rural towns and villages with regular sightings of horses & carts, shepherds and copious haystacks. Wild camping was lovely here and we woke to magical, misty mornings.
Cycling through a Serbian village one day, we paused to peer up the streets trying to see whether there was a shop around so we could buy some snacks for lunch. A man yelled out from his nearby verandah (in English) to see whether we needed help, and directed us to the local shop. He then asked us if we knew Janis Joplin's version of Me and Bobby McGee, and went on to declare that I was "me" and Matthew was Bobby McGee. A bit cryptic, but we were pleased with the comparison. Cycling feels so wholesome and peaceful that it is refreshing to hear that someone (albeit a middle aged, rural Serbian) thinks we look hip and rebellious. But here's hoping our adventure ends less bleakly than the song.
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| bobby mcgee |
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| bye bye Danube |
HAHAHA BOBBY MCGEE PHOTO IS CLASSIC
ReplyDeletealso the dogs are amazing.